Time to Say Goodbye

Last night, I sent my uncle off to the airport – he was going back home to Hong Kong. His mother lived in Sacramento, CA and passed away due to lung failure the night before Chinese New Year’s. She was ninety-two years old. According to Chinese tradition it was a “happy” funeral. It is a blessing to live pass ninety.

I asked my uncle how he felt about it. He said it was expected. As the eldest son out of ten children, he wanted to be strong for the rest of the family. But when he saw her face in the casket, he couldn’t help but start to cry. All the memories, all the laughter, all the complaints… he knew he would never see her beautiful face again.

There are so many things in life you never realize when they are there. The minute they disappear, a feeling of emptiness rushes in. You may not have felt much about their existence, but the minute they depart, you can feel a part of you also fade away.

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